A/N: EXPECT MORE SOON
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KupaKappa: Karens power is dropping because she isnt training. I have the decimals...because f*ck it really, I feel like they add something to the story I guess. XD
[Dragon Ball Chronicles]
The wooden door to his room burst open, he'd barely been awake for five minutes and was already tearing into the stale bread left at his bedside. The girl, Nuru if he recalled, has sweat lining her brow and a scared look to her. She ran over to him and tightly gripped his shoulders.
"Please! You have to come help!" She yelled while tugging on Arlick, who had a piece of bread dangling from his lips. Slowly he rose from the bed, taking the cover and wrapping his upper torso.
"Calm yourself girl, what could be so immediate that you come to the sick and injured for help?" Arlick tiredly replied, his throat mildly scratchy from his nap. She offered nothing as she continued to pull. Hastily they reached the front door and before much longer, he was being pulled through the soft snow fall toward the cliff face that rested against the rear end of the village. The wooden post around the entrance were obscured by fallen rocks, boulders would be more accurate. He could already see what she would be getting at. The walk here had been fast, but it seemed they had honored his request and done a decent job on his stitches this time around.
They stopped, her hand releasing his wrist as she pointed at the fallen rubble. Her red eyes and falling tears leaving Frost trails down her cheeks. She ran over and stood by a tall man with dark skin and long white hair, and a necklace of deep purple beads with serrated canines every few beads. His brows where large and fluffy, his eyes a warm sort of chocolate brown, and his entire body hidden under several layers of fur of varying shades of brown and white. His stone set gaze swiveled as to better look at Arlick who remained a few meters from the sight of the incident. The large man walked over, slowly, and upon reaching Arlick leaned down to stare into his eyes.
"Outsider. Will you aid us?" He asked.
Arlick could feel it, the deep well of power hidden behind this massive man. It was funny. Having someone hiding their true strength come up and ask a drifting thirteen year old to help with something.
Arlick crosses his arms, "Aid you with what?" The young Saiyan offered, he was feeling particularly bored after spending so much time in bed. Even if most of that time had been spent sleeping.
The large man, likely the village chieftain, pointed at the cave in behind him, "Many of our own have unfortunately been trapped within, if we do not clear the blockage, they shall quickly run out of air."
Arlick let the reasoning rattle around his head, he'd normally jump at the chance, get some leverage in these sods, have some willing servants and the like, but something about his whole thing smelled rancid to him. And whether in this lifetime or the one before, he had never been one to waltz into the expected traps of others. So with crossed arms and raised brow he gave his counter-offer.
"You seem plenty strong, why don't you do it?"
Behind the village chieftain Nuru could be seen rising from struggling to begin moving boulders and was now staring, dumbfounded, after having heard Arlick. Her body seemed to shake as her temper simmered. Her feet packed the snow flat against the earth with each stomp and she arrived and grabbed his shoulders again.
"Who cares how strong you think anyone is?! We need help!" She screamed into his face, and with a click of his teeth he pushed her away, her rear falling into the snow as he let a look of disdain grace his face.
"Don't think yourself so highly as to be permitted to touch me." He said before turning and preparing to return to their home…..where this man had given him a bed and his mate had sewn his gi, and his belly had been filled with tasty stews and stale bread. His frown seemed to grow as he turned around and grabbed the base of the rock and instantly pulled it free, the one resting atop it came down and like swaying a fly, he sent it tumbling away. This process continued as he effortlessly moved boulder after boulder. Behind his quickly moving body, stood the stoic chieftain, and the shocked Nuru.
"I-I knew he was strong...but...this is mad…"
To her side, the chieftain hummed in agreement. His crossed arms pressing slightly harder against his chest. The words of his father echoed in his mind.
'Outsiders only bring trouble.'
He knew he wouldn't be able to allow him to stay, it would only end up endangering his people in the long term. His gaze lingered in the loosening cloth adorning the boys body. His brown eyes narrowed when he saw the blanket fall from him and reveal the scar riddled torso of the boys body, and the furry tail that wrapped around his waist.
After just another moment, men and young boys in equal parts came spilling out of the mine, their faces smudged black from the coal within. A familiar man came up to Arlick. His smile of appreciation falling short as Arlick raised his hand to stop him.
"Your name, what is it?"
The man seemed puzzled for a moment when he realized that he had, in fact, never introduced himself to the boy.
"I am Gurōbu of Kurōzetto village, would you give me the honor of knowing the name of my savior?"
Arlick stares at the man for a moment, a moment longer than strictly necessary, "I am Arlick."
Before the conversation could go any further, the chieftain came up from behind Arlick and spun him around, the mans large nostrils flared as he said to the young Saiyan, very clearly, "It is time for you to go."
All present who had even remotely had a chance to get to know Arlick knew one thing clearly, that he would not take a demand like that sitting down. So when the young boy pushed the chieftain away and began to laugh, only Nuru and Gurōbu remained unsurprised.
"Actually, I think the words you're looking for are 'thank you' or perhaps 'how could we repay your kindness?"
The young Saiyan mocked, his hand rubbing against his chilly shoulder. While he could stand the cold with little in the way of exposure protection, standing shirtless in what amounted to thin pants in the middle of mild snowfall didn't exactly seem to be the end all of great ideas.
"No. Gubōru never should have permitted you to remain here. Now leave, this will be your last warning."
A tick mark grew on Arlicks forehead as he's needed at the chief, "I don't usually make this a habit...but what's your name?"
Everyone present seemed puzzled by that statement.
"I am the fifth chief to reign over Kurōzetto village, Kutsushita."
The young Saiyan let his tail unwind from around his waist, getting shocked gasps from those who hadn't realized it was an appendage and not a furry belt.
"Well then, Kutsushita, I hope you have an heir handy."
The implication set in instantly for all who heard the vile tone in which the alien spoke, and before long he blasted forward and released a punch. The sound of flesh slapping flesh overtook the air, even above the crying wind, and Kutsushita forced his grip to remain true in the aliens fist. The height difference between them was something like three feet. Arlick being a puny five feet and an inch, while the man was easily over eight.
"You dare to strike against a chief of Kurōzetto?!"
Arlick said nothing instead using the iron grip keeping him locked to the man to anchor himself as he jumped and sunk both feet into his stomach. Kutsushita's grip on Arlicks hand went lax as he was pushed away, now winded, so the Saiyan used the opening to catch himself with his hands and quickly entered his preferred stance. His roaring bloodlust drowning everything else out. The chieftain raised his hand to fiddle with a button around his fur cloak and threw it off to reveal his blocky physique. His muscular body was massive. His body seemed to lurch forward before he vanished and reappeared beside Arlick. The Saiayn let his eyes widen as the fist slammed into his cheek. His body ragdolled for a moment as his feet disconnected from the ground and he took a nice trip through the air. His back crashing into the frozen waters the layered the ground. His growl echoing loudly for the growing public. As the large chief began his slow and menacing walk over to the downed fighter a bright green blast erupted out in a violently twisting vortex accompanied by a feral roar. From the crushed snow rose a seething Arlick, his rising and falling shoulder indicating his heavy breathing.
The two met in the middle of the short distance separating them and the punches just seemed to fly effortlessly. From the sidelines, it was difficult to find out who exactly had the upper hand, Arlick got more hits in, but the few that Kutsushita got through the Saiyan defense really seemed to shake the poor kid. Punch after world shaking punch the two showed no sign of slowing down. Until the darker skinned chief got a jab through the half open stance of his opponent and sent the Saiyan tumbling backward. There was no crunch, but the blood flowed from his nose all the same. His bitter glare softened as he let a feral grin spread across his face, a laugh erupted from his throat, and it only grew louder as he looked to the sky and let his cackle grow wilder.
"I haven't had fun like this in a good bit old man...but I'm still gonna kill ya'!" Arlick roared, sprinting forward and delivering a roundhouse kick that connected just above the knee. As the boy spun to right himself an arm wrapped around his neck and the other went through his legs. The boy was lifted high into the air before he was slammed into the earth head first.
Kitsushita sighed as he took a step back, rolling his shoulders and limping slightly. Everyone gasped as Arlick got back up and smiled, a visible pulsing greenish red aura rising off of him. His narrowed eyes spoke volumes of how much joy this was bringing him. The chief sighed and fixed his defensive stance as he prepared for an onslaught of blow. Instead his eyes grew wide as saucers as he felt the fist drive into his stomach. The sudden pressure pushing all the air from his lungs and up his throat to where it sat in his mouth, his lips slowly coming apart as he gagged. It didn't stop though, as before he could even consider getting a second wind a sharp elbow drive into his ribs and a pair of muscled arms wrapped around his calf and pulled him. His back crashed into the snow-covered earth and he was spun before being released. He tried to right himself as he flew through the air but failed to move at all as his head slammed crown first into the stone wall of someone's hut.
The world became deathly silent as blood ran down the sides of his mouth. A small hand puckered his face and forcefully tilted his injures head to force his eyes to look at the spiky haired boy.
"When you get to hell…...Tell Yamcha I said fuck you."
Before Kutsushita could even ask what or who Yamcha was his head was pulled harshly to the side, and everyone present gasped at the pound snap. The mix cries of 'chief and Kutsushita' filled the air and the crowd surged around them as Arlick turned and strolled over to the fallen furs that the chieftain had classed aside. His knuckles were bloody, his nose was still running with blood, his vision was blurred mildly, he was having trouble walking straight, but either way he turned and tossed the chiefs furs to Gurōbu. The father of the two girls looked at the furs and then back at Arlick.
"Why…?"
He recalled his early days on planet Sadala. The constant struggle between tribes and never ending wars for dominance...and how all that ended when Arlow came down to their soil with his unholy troupe of bound souls to skeletons in armor. The way they had been invaded and changed and forced to adapt in a span of less than twenty-four hours. It's was a lot to take in as a seven year old.
"He used me, and then demanded I leave. He was a poor chief. Try and do better." Arlick offered as he brushed off another bit of snow and made his way toward the home of the new chief. He had a gi and a weighted cloak to pick up.
[Dragon Ball Chronicles]
A/N: Not much to say, except i'm back and hope to post more soon.
Power Levels
Arlick: 258 (152~ while injured)
Gurōbu: 24.2
Kutsushita: 146.6-157.7
Nuru: 37.5
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